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Post by thefleetsin on Mar 28, 2017 14:51:44 GMT
billions of moments
so out of the billions of moments in a lifetime- on half a dozen occasions- a light bulb magically burns out just as you look at it. or a door slowly creaks open as you watch tv.
so now grandma is baking cookies waiting your arrival in nirvana?
while she was with you she translated your heart. and no amount of powdered sugar will ever change that recipe.
sjw 03/28/17 inspired at this very moment in time by appreciating.
from the 'benevolent series' of poems
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2017 15:00:12 GMT
Did you create this poem? It's nice.
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Post by thefleetsin on Mar 28, 2017 15:10:45 GMT
Did you create this poem? It's nice. just now. well, now and for the last ten years.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2017 15:11:25 GMT
Did you create this poem? It's nice. just now. well, now and for the last ten years. Post more, please.
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Post by thefleetsin on Mar 28, 2017 15:14:10 GMT
just now. well, now and for the last ten years. Post more, please. the portal is open.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2017 15:15:00 GMT
Whatever you say.
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Post by thefleetsin on Mar 28, 2017 15:17:05 GMT
Whatever you say. ah, it is what you say. in the beginning was the word and the word was you.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2017 16:06:23 GMT
Whatever you say. ah, it is what you say. in the beginning was the word and the word was you. Where's the portal, then?
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